"You're real silly and cute!" Wilson stroked her hair a few times and looked at her with a doting face, but felt a tug on his coat.
Lowering his head, Wilson saw a little girl of about eight. Nine years old little girl, big eyes, blond hair, tied with two cute ponytail, very cute.
"Uncle, buy flowers for your lover!" The little girl blinked her big eyes and long eyelashes, fluttering and flickering, and said to Wilson in fluent Italian.
"Little friend, how do you know he's my lover?"
Wilson squatted down, hands gently on the little girl's shoulders, said in a gentle tone.
The little girl looked at Rosemary and smiled brightly, "Because you were just kissing! My mommy said that when a man and a woman kiss, that means that the man and the woman are very close, and since your relationship is so good, shouldn't you buy a flower and give it to your lover?"
"We're a couple, not lovers!"
Wilson looked at the fair-skinned little girl in front of him and smiled.
"In that case, that means you have a better relationship as a couple than as lovers, so all the more reason for uncle to buy a flower and give it to your wife!" The little girl was very good at talking, and the smile on her little face was extraordinarily bright.
Wilson stroked the little girl's hair, smiled faintly, and asked softly, "How much is one?"
"A bouquet of roses for ten Hugo!"
"Take it all!"
Wilson drew out twenty Hugo from his wallet and handed it to the little girl.
Then he took a bouquet of flowers inside her basket and said with a smile, "The rest, it's a tip for you!"
The little girl smiled faintly and bowed slightly to Wilson, "Uncle, your wife is beautiful, she loves you very much!" Said, tiptoe, in Wilson's cheek a kiss, and then ran away.
Looking at Wilson, Rosemary said curiously, "What did she say to you!"
"That little girl said that you are beautiful and you love me so much that she asked me to buy you flowers!"
"Really?" Rosemary looked at Wilson in disbelief, "You're telling me the opposite!"
"If you don't believe me, just call her back and ask?"
"Forget it, you know full well that I won't go to a little kid to testify against this, and you said that on purpose!" Glaring at him, pretending to be angry, he said.
"Here you go!" Wilson handed the rose in his hand to Rosemary.
The roses were simply tied up with a cute bow, but in Rosemary's opinion, they were the most beautiful flowers she had ever received.
"How petty, people send roses in bunches, but you send one!" Taking the roses, Rosemary whispered.
"As long as you like it, I'll bring you your favorite perfumed lilies every day from now on, okay?"
"How do you know I like perfumed lilies?" Not many people knew that she liked lilies, and he had just woken up, so how did he know that he liked lilies?
Stepping forward and taking his hand, he said, "As long as I have a heart, whatever you like or dislike, I will know!"
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